Mysteries of the Deserted Mansion
By Paula Diggs
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Paula Diggs, M.A. M.S. is an educator, writer, and artist who has lived and studies in the Mid West, England and France. She has earned awards for her art work and published in the Art Therapy Journal. She resides in Southern California with her husband and two dogs, an American Eskomo and Aussie Doodle.
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Mysteries of the Deserted Mansion - Paula Diggs
Copyright © 2022 Paula Diggs.
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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
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ISBN: 978-1-6632-4820-6 (sc)
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Library of Congress Control Number: 2022922168
iUniverse rev. date: 11/28/2022
CONTENTS
PART 1
Who Would Have Dreamed?
Chapter 1 Fear Itself
Chapter 2 Keyed Up
Chapter 3 Bumps in the Night
Chapter 4 Imagine
Chapter 5 A Ghostly Wreck
Chapter 6 Who Are You?
Chapter 7 Shadows Speak
Chapter 8 Trouble, Trouble, Toil, and Trouble
Chapter 9 Hang Ten
Chapter 10 A Piece of the Puzzle
Chapter 11 Small Changes
Chapter 12 Geeks Bearing Gifts
Chapter 13 Whoo-whoo
Chapter 14 Riding the Waves
PART 2
Mystery of the Charred Donuts
Chapter 1 Doesn’t Feel Right
Chapter 2 Just the Facts
Chapter 3 A Stitch in Time
Chapter 4 Blowing in the Wind
Chapter 5 Wipeout
Chapter 6 No Way Out
Chapter 7 Will Satisfaction Bring It Back?
Chapter 8 Straight Is the Gate
Chapter 9 Birds of a Feather
PART 3
Five Super Sleuths in Alaska
Chapter 1 Heading up North
Chapter 2 Bag It
Chapter 3 On the Road Again
Chapter 4 Jockey for Position
Chapter 5 Rock, Paper, Scissors
Chapter 6 Time Flies When You’re Having Fun
Chapter 7 Watch Out!
Chapter 8 Always a Journey
PART 1
WHO WOULD HAVE
DREAMED?
CHAPTER 1
FEAR ITSELF
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Oh sorry, excuse me. I’ve just learned how to make a super-long burp or belch. It comes in handy when the principal at my school is giving me a lecture or making me write standards by the hour. I guess she’ll have me write I won’t daydream
; that’s what annoys my teacher.
People ask why I don’t do something useful. Daydreaming is a useful way to keep out of trouble when I’m restless and bored. Otherwise, who knows what I’d do. I ask my teacher questions she doesn’t want to answer, like Why don’t you ever get your car washed?
Here I sit in the principal’s office. Ouch! This stupid chair she makes me sit in always pinches my butt. These blue uniform shorts they make me wear are way too short on my long legs. Sometimes I like school, but mostly I don’t. All I really want to do is use my imagination to take me where I want to go.
You can come with me, but it might be scary. My name’s Kevin. I’m ten. When my grandmother told my mom after I broke something, He’ll be eleven soon,
my mom said, Thank God!
Maybe ten isn’t the best age to be, but I like it.
Sometimes it isn’t easy to be me. I’m an active, smart boy who just seems to get in trouble a lot at school. I’ve got sharp eyes and see stuff others miss because I’m always on the move. I like everything about me except for this hideous red hair that sticks out. No one else in my family has it. My mom is mostly Irish, so I think it’s her fault. Irish people have red hair.
My grandmother is married to Fred, who is called African American. I told my teacher I am German Irish American and filled it out on an absence slip, and she sent me to the principal. My dad is 100 percent German, and my mom told us she’s mostly Irish. That’s what I mean. Sometimes nothing makes sense. Yesterday I burped accidentally in the principal’s office and got sent home. I like my home. That’s not a punishment.
I read a lot when people are mad at me. My folks are pretty cool, and nobody stays mad very long. My best friend, Magee, lives on my street. We live in a little town by the beach in Southern California. It’s called Los Arboles. That means trees
in Spanish. We’re near a huge, crowded city packed with people and cars. Gag!
Tons of people like the warm climate and being near the Mexican border. Los Arboles used to grow all the stuff people in the city wanted: fruits, vegetables, even flowers. Now all the farms are turning into places where rich people want to live—condos and such. Double gag!
Even so, a lot of the old farms and plants are still around. Old buildings and farm stuff left around make good places for me and Magee to play when we’re not suffering in school, having to sit still. I was expelled from preschool because I wouldn’t ‘sit in the circle and sing; I just ran around like a wild animal. They told my folks I was too distractible. I still get that, but I’m very observant, seeing everything, keeping on the move.
Magee and I live in the same block on the bluffs above the best surfing spot in our town. Our dads are surfers, and they taught us to ride the waves. That’s what we do a lot—sit on our boards and just wait.
We watch the sets roll in day after day, morning to night, whenever we can. The ocean is like a constantly moving creature. Aside from an occasional storm, nothing much ever happens here. That’s what Magee and I were talking about as we walked home from school last week. We both want to work for the school newspaper. I’m going to be a photographer when I grow up, and maybe write a book, and Magee wants to write stories. He has a fantastic imagination. Nothing ever happens here that would make a good story.
Magee will be a good writer. I’m sure of it. He can imagine anything. We’ve been friends since we were babies. His place is across the block in a house that used to be a summer cottage. Eucalyptus and pine trees grow all around it. I love the smell of those trees. The house has white wood boards and has windows everywhere. We hide in little add-on rooms, which are great places to store stuff we find in the trash on our walks home. I’ve found some amazing things, like ancient eyeglasses and foreign coins. That stuff makes me imagine all sorts of weird things.
Magee’s mom and dad are friends with mine, so we have big picnics at the beach and do other stuff with them. Magee is an only child, but I am happy to share my two brothers, Ward and Ryder, any time. We all get along, which is remarkable, since we’re pretty wild and rowdy most of the time.
My home was a little old farmhouse surrounded by a high, falling-down wooden fence. The main house has two bedrooms, a kitchen, a main room, and a place to eat. Below is an art space where my mom and dad make clay stuff and park our car.
Besides the main house, there is a little cottage out back surrounded by old almond trees and several sheds. We guys build forts and castles for plays we write and act out on the hay bales my mom got for us. She likes theater. Sometimes she writes plays for us to perform at special occasions in our big backyard. I don’t have lots of guys I like to play with; one best buddy is enough for me.
My folks have planted apple trees and my mom makes excellent apple pie. She has a huge garden and grows all the vegetables we eat. My folks don’t have a TV, but we never seem to want to sit and watch stuff. My dad plays the piano when he needs to relax. I play the drums.
We have two working cats whose job is to keep the mice and gophers out of my mom’s garden. So far the score is Cats 2, Gophers 0.
Magee and I go to the same school up a hill and across a busy street. We’re in the same grade but have different classrooms. We walk home every day, talking and looking for adventure, if we can get away before the moms make us ride in the carpool.
The day when this adventure started, we had escaped from the carpool. It was what’s called an early day because of the teacher’s meeting. We told Ward when he went to the carpool to tell our mom that we’d walked home. We headed up the hill toward our house. We walked slowly, talking about a project we were going to make for the science fair. We planned to make a demo on permafrost in Alaska. We’d use dry ice for cold. As we were just moseying along a few blocks from home on a street with lots of huge trees, strange things started to happen.
It’s so boring here I can hardly stand it,
I told Magee.
He answered, Listen, hear that? The surf’s up. Supposed to be big.
Let’s get our gear and go for it. Hang ten! Wait, what’s that?
A shiny object lay hidden in the grass, but it seemed to send out a light.
Looks like a key,
Magee said. Weird, it’s like it’s flashing light at us.
I picked it up and put it in my pocket.